This is a song about "Urbex"

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge